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“These potatoes also weigh two pounds. So, do you reckon it’s your scale that’s inaccurate, or are you attempting to hoodwink us?”

Panicked, the butcher’s eyes darted around as he mopped his brow. He surreptitiously removed a small magnet from under the scale, his hand resting innocently on its side.

“Alright, I’ll re-weigh it for you. I don’t want to be wrongfully accused,” he said, visibly agitated.

He placed the potatoes on the scale, and they weighed exactly two pounds.

Sporting a triumphant grin, he feigned innocence. “See, the scale is perfect. You were mistaken…”

Loraine acted swiftly, swapping the potatoes for the meat on the scale.

and a half pounds, falling significantly short of two

butcher, but said nothing. Instead, she set down the meat, seized Marco’s hand, and

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are so elegantly dressed that you hardly seem to be financially strapped! Why harass a small vendor like me, request a

gaze targeted Loraine’s petite figure, and

sidestepped his attempt. Instead, a powerful

painful, it’s painful!” he cried out

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himself from the tight grip that held his wrist Like unyielding

and see! These rich folks are trying to cheat me and even resort to violence!” The butcher’s desperate plea echoed

began to gather, their

were some nosy elderly folks, muttering speculations about the young couple and why